[right][h3][b][i][color=7ea7d8]Professor Walnut[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=7ea7d8]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: State Dining Room -> Confinement (Attic)
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=7ea7d8][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 3
[color=7ea7d8]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right]	Walnut was tempted to remind her of her name when Blush made reference to [i]the woman[/i], but she did not want to draw more attention to herself. She suspected that Amaranthine would do her best to turn opinion against her, due to her gross devotion to a man she had just met. It was almost annoying - Swamp's accomplice was willing to stay by his side with any act, but Titian ran away scared in a mere matter of self defense. Of course, it wasn't that she wished Amaranthine would dote on her. She knew the woman's real name and based on Amaranthine's sense of judgment, she was a fool. As Penance asked her if she was alright, Walnut gave the woman a slight smile. [color=7ea7d8]"I will survive, thank you. One of the members of the household staff aided in bandaging my hands - though I fear the potential damage to my reputation by Amaranthine and Swamp may have a longer lasting mark..."[/color]

	As the lady of the household spoke, Walnut paid attention but felt no pangs of guilt. She hadn't been making suggestions on how to deal with the Lord's body, merely answering Penance's question about her hands. She did have to wonder what qualified as [i]brash[/i] in the Lord's words, given that he had thanked one of them for killing Kindle earlier. Decorum was an oddly defined thing at times. The mention of the dungeon did intrigue her. Why hadn't the lord opted to send Walnut and/or Swamp there earlier? Why did he have them brought to sup with the others, right before his untimely death? The lady's then implication that their arrival was responsible for the discord in the household annoyed Walnut slightly. No family had a picture perfect home. No peace was created without some sort of strife. 

	It wasn't long before they were whisked away, with Amaranthine and Swamp (Walnut was beginning to wonder if time would be spent by coming up with a combined term to refer to the two, as they seemed to be operating as a single organism now) being placed separate from the rest. She glanced around the room they were in, noting the single bed that to her seemed to belong in a rubbish heap. [color=7ea7d8]"Perhaps we ought to organize,"[/color] she suggested quietly. [color=7ea7d8]"Though the household will decide what to do with us... Maybe if we combine what we have learned here, we can discover why we were brought to this place by the blackmailer."[/color]